Colloquy

The fire in my belly grows dim.

My chill flesh remembers

Bright embers, within.

Yet, as memory fades,

As the spark we fed

With each hungry breath

Drifts near death;

Famished, urgent, wishing

For the heartfelt touch of another mind,

For the God-food of intuition,

For the fuel of cognition;

We hurtle, to hie to conflagration,

And flare into wildfire of repartee.

We sing a song of solitude,

And lend loneliness its long farewell.

Mick McKellar

January 2019

Solitude is sitting silently in a boat on a sea of friends.

Loneliness is sitting on a yacht in a vast, empty parking lot.

Mick